Page 8 of Red Queen
“Hell no. 9 AM. Minimum. I can’t wake up at seven every morning when I go to bed at midnight or later, Lana.”
“You’re getting old, girl. But alright, nine works. I’ll hold you to it.” She smiles and I smile back.
An hour passes, and we finish up the class. I’m getting closer and closer to being flexible. Now I’m not pissing myself in pain when she asks me to do a split. I go to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready to meet Trina.
After I’m done, I pack my stuff, since I’m flying to Monaco in the afternoon. I got an email back, saying that they want me to assess the place before the party, so I’m flying there today, but I’ll only have time to grab my suitcase before I have to leave for the airport.
I call an Uber and go to the address that Trina texted me, a cute bar for our wine date. It doesn’t take long to get there, and I text her as I go inside, sitting down in one of the booths. I ask for a glass of wine while I wait for her.
“Ah! Rosalia!” I hear a loud squeak as a familiar brunette steps through the door. I stand and wrap my arms around her as soon as she walks over.
“Trina. You didn’t change much.” We sit down, and she clinks our glasses.
“You either. Thank god we got good genes.” She was all about class and style back then. The star of the faculty of law. Those damn eyes swept everyone off their feet. She was the Elle Woods of our University.
“How are you? How are the twins?”
“Oh, you know, growing up too fast. They’re turning three soon. Anthony recently got a new job, and I’m still at the same old Demboski & Pearson. We’re doing great. And how are you? Spill the tea.” I can’t help but get a little jealous of how her life turned out.
She got a job at a successful law firm even before she finished University. She had the twins, and now she’s living her happilyever after. She achieved her dreams. I’m so happy for her. I’d love my life to turn out like hers.
“I’m doing good, too. Snatching clients, working my ass off. Just the usual.”
“Your clients don’t mind you drinking wine in the middle of the day?” We both laugh.
“Weren’t you the one recommending this place?”
“I thought we could loosen up a little more.” She smirks. That’s where trouble usually starts. But I have to take it easy today, I won’t let her win me over. I can't get drunk. “What about men? Did someone finally earn your heart?”
“Not really. I dated Tim for a while after we graduated, but it didn’t work out. Nothing since then.”
“Nothing? Not even a hookup? Aren’t you worried about spider webs down there?”
“Hey! I don’t need sex to have fun and enjoy life. Sure, I could use it, but I’m not desperate for it. And I have a friend named David. He…helps me out sometimes.”
“Oh, he does? So you had a hookup. What is he like?”
“Well, he’s pink. He’s quite long and thick. And I think I have to charge him.” At first, she looks confused, but then bursts out laughing.
“You naughty girl. At least you have someone to keep you company.” The laughter dies down, and we just sit there in comfortable silence.
We slowly sip the wine, remembering back to University. Trina was the third in our trio. We were glued together the entire time as soon as we finished our classes for the day, Lana, Trina, and me. Except that all three of us went to different faculties. We were unstoppable with our brain power.
“You wanna play darts?”
“You sure? Last time it didn’t end well.” Maybe she’s right.
Let’s just say, we won’t ever mix arrows with drunk men again. I would not like to rush to the hospital again, because someone has a hole in their palm from a dart.
“It’s only the two of us now. Come on.”
She reluctantly gives in, and we play a couple of rounds. We go on for a while, until my phone reminds me that I should go, if I don’t want to miss the plane.
“Shoot. I have to go soon. I have to be at the airport in an hour.”
“You’re going to Monaco?”
“Yeah. They asked me to look around before Sunday. It was good to see you, Trina. I missed you a lot.”
